Alright! Listen up all ye denizens of this ephemeral city that we all love to hate ( Read more... )

[He's not quite as cheerful as he usually is when playing around and milking the act, but he's still fairly pleased with himself. A small, sly smile lines his lips.]

Hey, Ed. If you're not using Whipstaff anymore, can I have it?

[Filter? What filter? This is entirely public. With an over-exaggerated wink, he ends the video.]

[It's the last day of the event, and Ling has protected his prize lady well. The reeking meatloaf is currently on a plate, covered in something resembling saran wrap but obviously not quite as effective. He couldn't eat his beautiful lover and thus has resorted to a bit of hunting. But he couldn't leave her behind either. What if someone ate her, ( Read more... )

[Ling is shirtless. And shivering.]

So I hear the s-storm i-is settling down. That's w-wonderful news! Hahaah!

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How many more hours u-until s-s-summer?

(( ooc: He got caught taking off his jacket at midnight. ...And then he lost said jacket. Enjoy. ))

Did anyone hear something just now? Anything at all? I sure didn't! Not a peep!

[The video is broadcasting from within a dimly lit, colorfully decorated room. The Temple of Heaven's Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests. Ling is sitting comfortably on the floor next to a fire.]

Well, well! I wasn't expecting this. No gnomes this time?

Ahahah! Haha. Haaaaa...

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I'd kill for a cinnamon bun.

[And off the feed goes.]

[It takes a special kind of person to see a small child sitting on top of a giant, carnivorous turkey's head and think, "There's only one thing missing from this equation! A harness ( Read more... )

[Not much but his smiling face can be seen in the video. And smiling it is.]

Oh, Ed~ Eddy, Ed, Ed, Eeeeeedd~
Didja hear me, didja hear what I said?
I gotta talk to you quick;
I'm not being slick!
It's important, I swear.
If you say no, you're not being fair!

Oh, by the way, just so you know,
Neji, I'm sitting in your window!

[He's beat up - his clothing torn, hair frayed, and several small cuts and bruises adorning his body - but he's smiling wider than ever, obvious relief written all over his face.]

Hey, look! You're baaack! Ahahaaah!

[Why, yes, he's kissing the fence separating Adstring from the wastes.I gotta admit, that was preeetty scary! The city just ( Read more... )

[Ling is propped up on a dusty window sill. Apparently he's finally managed to find himself a place to stay. He holds the PCD up so that the early morning sky can be seen. It can't be later than two or three in the morning, it's still dark. But the view isn't what's important. Soon enough, the sound of howling reaches the PCD, accompanied by a few ( Read more... )